I learned to dance with fires to tend To rise when the room began to bend I built a rhythm made of storms My value shaped in urgent forms (in urgent forms) Stillness once felt like a trapdoor A hush that hinted not wanted anymore So I stitched my presence into speed And called it love, and called it need (and called it need) I connected by doing — the map was clear Motion meant I had reason to be here But now I find a gentler thread One that hums, not pulls or dreads (not pulls or dreads) [Chorus] No one cheers when I remain When I exhale through the mundane When nothing breaks and nothing burns And yet — the world still turns (the world still turns) I’m letting stillness have its say The quiet teach me how to stay I set down roles, release the proving And find I’m loved — without the moving (without the moving) I don’t disappear when the moment’s plain I’m here, alive, without campaign The spark’s still there, just not on fire The pulse remains, but not the wire (but not the wire) There’s music in the folding clothes In lukewarm tea and half-closed prose The ordinary starts to sing When I stop rushing everything (rushing everything) [Chorus] No one claps when I exhale When I don’t launch or blaze or sail But presence lingers, soft and wide And I don’t need to run to hide (to run to hide) I once performed to feel aligned Now I reclaim the in-between time Connection isn’t earned or loud It’s quiet, strange — and deeply proud (and deeply proud) So if I’m here and just at rest Not useful, grand, or at my best Don’t worry — I’m not disappearing I’m just beginning I connect by being (by being) © 2026 - RD Wallen inspired by my Advanced Psychodynamic Psychotherapy Course @ Touro University Graduate School of Social Work
